A city that never sleeps
The world isn't as it seems, and New Yorkers certainly know that well. While the element Asterium is not widely understood, those in the city's underground know better. For millenia, humans have known of this energy. They called those born with it in their bones changelings and mutants. Legends have told of werewolves and vampires for centuries. Those who can harness it became witches and warlocks. All they know now is that some things are better kept secret, and where else can you hide a secret better than New York City?
NEW YORK TIMES
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CURRENT PLOT
We are currently starting up, and trialing some of the groups right now! There will be an upcoming plot in regards to some city shenanigans soon, but for now, we're simply fixing up the kinks and establishing roles/groups/characters. Feel free to join us! The community and the lore is still being built, and we're always open to new suggestions.
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Hunter's Home For the Odd OPEN
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Post by stormaf on Aug 4, 2020 19:42:22 GMT
Hunter had lived through a pretty rough couple of weeks since she found out that there were supernaturals roaming around New York. McRorie, her erstwhile pet wolfhound, was a cu sidhe who'd inadvertently been thrown out of his canine form right in front of her, had started it all. Losing one of her friends over her new discovery was another nasty surprise. Apparently she was now some sort of danger to Hywel and his sister. Hunter felt like she was living in a snowglobe that someone had picked up and shaken hard.
McRorie had tried his best to fill in the gaps in her life, helping her come to terms with what she now knew and what she was, whatever that turned out to be. When he was in human form, he explained everything to the best of his ability. He'd held her when she cried. He stayed near so that she never felt alone. He was her best friend.
About a week ago, Mrs. Wittershall had sent a new boarder over to her large apartment, a young man from Europe, who needed a place to stay. Although she didn't know Dakhan as well as McRorie, he helped her out too, by furnishing her apartment in style, helping in the store and starting up an antique business in the unused section of her building. It had only taken a few days before he told her that he was a vampire. He was a nice guy and she found no problems with what he was. He too had wiggled his way onto her list of new friends.
Both men brought a semblance of normality and comfort to her strange and sad new life.
This morning Hunter had gathered up the garbage in the store and upstairs in the apartment into two large bags to take out to the dumpster. Dakhan was in his side of the store, cataloguing some of his antiques and McRorie, as his wolfhound self, was curled up in his dog bed in the back of the book store. It was a quiet morning and Hunter didn't expect anything unusual to happen.
She slung the first bag over her shoulder and dragged the other behind her out into the alley behind her store. Throwing open the dumpster's lid, she heaved first one bag and then the other in. They hit the bottom of the dumpster with a dull thud. As she turned to head back inside, she noticed someone was sitting against the wall at the next dumpster along the alley. His back was to the dumpster and his head leaned on the bricks of the wall beside him. Hunter stopped dead in her tracks. Who was this? Did they need help? Her kind heart waited only a couple of minutes before she headed over to check on the person.
The person had wrapped himself up in some sort of tattered cloth that barely covered him. He seemed to be asleep. As she approached, she noticed that he seemed to get bigger with with step she took. Long black hair obscured his face and he seemed to be wearing work out pants and sandals.
From a few yards away she called, "Hello? Are you alright? Do you need help?"
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Post by stormaf on Aug 5, 2020 20:47:48 GMT
The man in the blanket raised his head, his features still curtained by long hair.
"Go away," he purred, "I'm resting."
Hunter was a bit taken aback. Resting? In an alley? Beside a dumpster?
"Why are you resting in an alley?" She asked, "Don't you have anyplace else to go?"
"No. I do not."
There were homeless shelters in the city, Hunter thought. Why wasn't he at one of those? Was he crazy or something and didn't want to go to a shelter?
"Why don't you go to the local homeless shelter?" She queried, "You'd be much more comfortable there."
"No, I would not." The man informed her.
"They will not take me."
"Are they full up already?" Hunter frowned.
"I do not know. I do know that they will not want me."
Hunter approached the person, clearly curious at his certainty that he was persona non grata at the shelter. She was also concerned that someone preferred an alley to a bed in a shelter. It didn't seem right, especially when she had room in her apartment for so many people. However, she had no intentions of inviting a lunatic into her home. He didn't seem like a crazy person. He was rather quiet and well mannered.
"Do you want me to help you?" She asked. "I can drive you where you need to go."
"No," said the man, "I have no place to go."
He shook his head tossing his long hair away from his face. Hunter had to stifle a gasp. This fellow was gorgeous!
"Um," she fumbled for words, "What's your name? My name is Hunter."
"I am Akiahr," he answered, "I am Zaraii and I am very far from home."
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Post by stormaf on Aug 6, 2020 19:38:06 GMT
Hunter frowned. She'd never heard of a Zar-eye.
"How far away is home?" She asked gently, "And pray tell me what a Zar-eye is? I'm not familiar with the term."
Akiahr cleared his throat and informed her, "My country, Zarai, is very far away, on another continent. I was shipped here as part of an upcoming embassy by my people."
Then he stood up. Hunter backed away a bit and her jaw dropped. Even after all that she had discovered about this world she found herself in, nothing prepared her for a seven and a half foot tall mutant species, especially one that looked like him. Akiahr was beautiful and a little bit scary. However he did nothing but stand near the wall in a nonchalant manner.
"This," he indicated himself, "Is a Zaraii."
"Holy cow," Hunter mused after she got her voice back.
"You said that you were shipped here?" She asked.
"Yes," he answered, "In a crate. They gave me tranquilizers to help me stay calm during the sea voyage."
"Good lord," Hunter commented.
She gathered her courage, strode closer and reached for his hand. Akiahr let her take it without fuss or comment. She was a female and she was to be listened to.
"You're coming with me," she tugged on his arm to get him started walking with her.
"I've got room at my place for you and you can tell us what on earth is going on!"
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Post by stormaf on Aug 9, 2020 16:48:18 GMT
Akiahr followed the insistent young woman up the back steps onto a dock, where she opened a door into a small foyer. A door to the right was open and led upstairs. The door directly in front of them was half closed.
"That's my bookstore," Hunter told him, "My home is up there."
She pointed to the ascending stair case and then started up. Dutifully, Akiahr tagged along behind. Once at the top, they stood on a landing. The Zaraii could see windows on the far wall and various comfortable looking couches and chairs scattered around the large room. A large screen hung on the left wall.
"I live here with two other fellows," Hunter advised him.
"You have two males living here?" The Zaraii intoned.
Hunter looked taken aback, "Well, yes. They're really good friends of mine and they help out around here and in the store."
Akiahr tried to keep from stiffening up with indignation that there would be others males around, but he realized that these individuals meant something to this Hunter. He wouldn't kill them unless they threatened him or Hunter herself.
"McRorie is downstairs in the store. Dakhan is in his store next door cataloguing his antiques. They'll be back later. Is there a problem?"
"No," Akiahr replied a little gruffly.
Hunter led him through the large room and into a smaller one with a table and chairs. Akiahr could smell food here and his stomach rumbled.
She grinned at him, "Sounds like someone's hungry."
She dug around in the fridge.
"I am always hungry," Akiahr admitted. "It is part of what I am."
Hunter produced a roast beef and some bread, along with various condiments and she laid them out on the counter.
"How about you tell me a bit about yourself while I make us some sandwiches?"
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Aug 11, 2020 18:46:09 GMT
Post by stormaf on Aug 11, 2020 18:46:09 GMT
Akiahr sat down carefully on one of the chairs at the table. It creaked in complaint but it didn't break, so he stayed still and hoped it was strong enough for his weight.
"What do you wish to know?" He asked.
Hunter paused as she spread mayo on the bread and thought.
"How about telling me why you were shipped here in a crate instead of taking a plane and sitting in a seat?"
"Have you ever been on a plane?" Akiahr commented dryly, "My owner tried, but the seats were too small. Even first class had small seats and then there were females..."
"So they stuck you in a crate? That's inhumane!"
Hunter was angry. She stuck a knife through a slice of bread accidentally and had to start another. Then she clued in to the word 'owner.'
She turned to face the Zaraii.
"An owner? Someone owns you? How," she sputtered, "I mean why.... what the hell?"
"Yes," replied Akiahr, "I am owned by the Matriarch, the ruler of my people. All males are slaves in my society. It is how it has been since the War."
Hunter groped for something to say that made sense. He didn't seem ill treated, well, except for the crate thing, and he wasn't upset at what he told her.
"Okay," she finally spoke, "So I guess the women are--"
"Females," Akiahr interrupted.
"Um, females, are in charge?"
He nodded.
"Well," Hunter mumbled as she turned back to the counter, "I always thought wom-- females -- would make better politicians, but this?"
"It is alright. We are very well treated."
"Why did you want to escape?"
"I was bored," Akiahr studied a finger claw, "And I wished to see this place. It is interesting but strange. People are quick to frighten though and I look odd to them. They are afraid of what they do not know."
Hunter thought back on what she'd just learned about society's hidden peoples. She guessed that Zar-eyes were just another unexpected bump in her road of learning. She was sure that one of her other boarders would be able to give her information, as well as quizzing Akiahr about his kind.
She jammed the sandwiches together and plopped two plates down on the table, one sandwich for her and several for the Zar--eye. He waited politely for her to sit down. While she understood that many would find him strange and alluring all at the same time, she was upset at the slavery aspect he had recounted. Everyone was entitled to freedom of choice in her mind. Akiahr still sat politely with the sandwiches in front of him, obviously hungry but also waiting for the okay to start in, like a well trained puppy.
"Oh for heaven's sake, eat!" She exclaimed.
At her words, he picked up a sandwich and ate it as though it was the last meal he'd ever have.
"When did you last eat?" She asked between bites of her own sandwich.
Akiahr looked thoughtful.
"Yesterday."
"And what did you eat then?"
"Most of the meat from a vendor's cart and some flowers."
Hunter blinked.
"Good lord," she mumbled.
Someone had to take this poor creature under their wing!
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